Biff, The Friendly Purple Bear lyrics

Now I was a play horse you pulled with a string

On wheels where my legs should be

And he was the boy who pulled the toy

Around the tree house tree

And for the longest time it was just us two

The boy and the horse that was me

Until the day the purple bear came

To live in the tree house tree

Now it was early one spring

And I was tied by my string

In a field of a make believe farm

When around the house the boy and the bear

Came marching arm in arm

'This is Biff', said the boy to me

'He's the friendly, purple bear'

And Biff stooped down and stroked my mane

With a ball of purple hair

'Biff has come to stay,' said the boy

'To pretend with me and you

And he can do anything a boy and a toy

Believe purple bears can do'

And taking a cue, Biff bowed from the waist

Then leaped and clicked his heels

Then down to the ground with three somersaults

That ended in four cartwheels

He whirled and twirled and stood on his head

The boy giggled and slapped his thighs

And I laughed so hard that wooden tears

Rolled out of my painted eyes

So Biff came to stay in the tree house tree

And long days came without end

For the boy and the toy and the purple bear

And serious games of pretend

Like the cowboy game

Where the boy is the sheriff

And Biff is the bandit king

It always seemed to end

With the outlaws down in the jail

By the long rope swing

And you know there was this great pony race

That lasted for days around the flower bed

Boy, that was a tough one

Lucky for us, though, I won by a wooden head

And then one day we entered a pirate's cove

Beneath a bush on the alley side

Ol' Biff had a sword and a paper hat

And a patch across a purple eye

And there was always the danger

Of outlaws or Indians

And creatures from outer space

And without the courage of the three of us

We might have lost the whole darn place

But we were bound by the code of the Musketeers

Such golden hours were shared

By the freckled face boy and the wooden horse toy

And Biff, the friendly, purple bear

But as summers passed the boy grew taller

And his voice took a strange new ring

And his visits were few to the tree house tree

And never to the long rope swing

Biff, the purple bear grew sad

As he climbed down the tree house tree

He shook his head

'I'm afraid,' he said

'He's forgotten you and me

It seems old wooden friend of mine

We've outlasted his boyhood years'

And he turned and he was gone across the lawn

In a trail of purple tears

Now I've been put to pasture in the old tree house

But at times I've seen from afar

A strange, tall boy who mowed the lawn

And tinkers about this old car

But just today I saw a new little boy

Coming down the sidewalk

I swear he was headed straight for me

In the tree house tree

Followed by Biff, that old friendly, purple bear